Sunday 16 November 2008

Invisible

I saw this postcard on Postsecret today and it struck a chord:

Maybe some people think I am a bit of a stereotype but I am painfully aware at the moment that I'm not a post-modernist or an archaeologist or a Boden girl or a fashionista or an atheist or a thespian or an environmentalist or French or Marxist or anarchist or a hedonist or from the upper classes or from a state school or from a public school or taking ecstasy. I don't think I want to be any of these things particularly, I certainly don't want to spend hours every morning applying mascara and making sure my cherry lipgloss is in my bag. I don't know what I want.

2 comments:

onar said...

stereotypes... mmm... there was a socanth lecture on it last year, but it wasn't that good if I remember well.. was it Matt candea giving it? don't remember..

I've spent all my life trying to be fraudolent ad invisible as the postcard says. Spent time, hour after hour, energy, tears and sentiment in the desperate attempted of being outside all stereotypes. And now, that I think I've managed to be pretty unique, still now sometimes I walk down the road, or eat sth, or think sth and suddenly get hit by the thought: "ahah, that was a stereotype." pretty nasty to digest.

I'd say don't worry to much about stereotypes, if they exist is only because people have time to waste in judging and putting u into categories ("dirt is matter out of place"). And people who have so much time to waste in such stupid way are not worthy anyway..
xxx

Emily Longford said...

but one day you will find you conform, and it won't matter.

and when you realise you'll look in your label and see you're wearing boden.

such is the irony of life.